Helen - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Helen of Troy by Zuzu Sahillioglu

An impish light tiptoes in
through the queen’s window
falling on her open lips
like a thief at midnight.

Naked on her scarlet bed, her
hands reach out to her aching
breasts.

Remembering her night of sin
she writhes and sighs full of lust
surrendering her moist lovelands
to her hungry touch.